Not another melancholy monument to unnecessary, self-induced decline

Still here at the office with Charlyn it’s already 11:55 in the evening.

We are overworked and underpaid.

If now continues forever, and forever begins hereinafter…

Nothing else matters….only you and your promise of laughter.

You drop your pick up lines
like they were two a dime
You ask me how i am,
can we go out to dine?

You do this all thru text,
as if it were some jest.
Is this really your best?
Boy i am not impressed.

Coz you are just a toad,
who can’t afford to load.

I’m restless again. We were supposed to be heroes…we were supposed to change the world…

Instead here we are desperately trying to cope with the thousands of small disjointed everyday stuff, just barely breaking through the enormity of what we ought to do.

I’m thinking of a prank, it’s my substitute for a bullet and a gun.

I had so much fun watching Ms. M try to find out what’s wrong with her PC when i changed her IP address. But i can’t do that again.

I’m thinking of moving all our supplies out of the stock room. That would be fun, but it would require a lot of preparation…plus i think it’s a punishable offense. Would it be worth the laugh?

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Tita Chong suggested i put something icky inside the ref but it might kill somebody (coz, we know some people would eat anything). I’m thinking of throwing away all the tapes so we won’t have to do transcription…such a midless time consuming task.

a little bird
lands on the
shoulder of
my soul

chirping
endlessly
to annoy

forcing open
long closed doors
boiling bloody vapors
to my core

peeling down
walls long based,
throwing rocks
on my blockades

’til at last, i’m about to break
almost close to human state

then its stopped
its little chirps
i’m back to savage state
brutal thirst cannot be slaked

that’s because i am awake.